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XXVI Olympic Winter Games- Nice, France
"This is ESPN’s Teegan Rivers reporting live from Nice in France where anticipation is building ahead of a jam-packed day of competition at the Winter Olympic Games."
“Given the United States' impressive showing in Milan-Cortina four years ago, how is the team faring in comparison?” John, the news anchor, asks.
“Well, at the beginning of day four, the USA tops the medal tally board with 7 gold, 6 silver and 8 bronze which is more medals at this point than the previous Winter Olympics.”
“Let’s not forget half those medals were won on the ski fields, Teegan, an absolutely brilliant effort by our athletes at these Olympic Games. The nearest competition is Norway and Canada with 7 and 5 gold medals respectively,” John adds.
“Exactly and we’re only halfway through the games too, John, and, given our impressive talent on the ice, there’ll only be more medals to come, especially gold ones.”
"So, what do we have in store for the day, Teegan?” John asks.
"Not only are there some of the country’s best downhill and freestyle skiers on show in the Alps; the United States men’s team will be taking on Sweden in ice hockey and the women’s individual figure skating competition short program will both get underway in Nice today.”
“The United States defending champions face formidable competition in both events but the men’s hockey team is coming off a World Championship win. Do you think that will give them the boost they need to win? As we know, Sweden is one of the best nations when it comes to hockey.”
“Their confidence is at an all time high which should help greatly; as well as star defenseman Dean Di Laurentis who is on an absolute hot streak right now.”
“How about the figure skating? Is US golden girl Allie Hayes going to win her second medal?”
“Well, she’s been training hard with her new coach Hannah Graham in the off season so I think we can only expect good things from Allie.”
"Speaking of both Hayes and Di Laurentis, it’s no secret that they used to date, so, will this be a blessing or a distraction? Do we think there could be a reunion on the cards?”
"They were a very good-looking couple although I do understand Page Six published photos of Di Laurentis with a mystery woman leaving the Roosevelt Hotel in New York last month.”
“Given he's one of the world's most eligible bachelors these days, people want to know. Any word on her identity?"
"Not yet, the published photos were grainy and she was wearing a hooded sweater. But everyone on the ground here in Nice is hoping that she'll make an appearance at the game and the mystery will finally be solved. The one thing we do know is that there'll be a lot of passionate fans with broken hearts if that's the case."
“Nice form, Hayes,” Dean murmurs.
Allie’s leaning against the rink post practice not expecting him to be there, let alone so close. His hot breath tickles the shell of her ear which isn’t helping matters either.
“Are you spying on me again? Do I need to get my bodyguard to kick your ass, Di Laurentis?" She asks, turning around and taking him by surprise.
He’s dressed in his navy, Team USA uniform, and Allie has to admit he does it justice. It doesn’t hurt that the shade of his uniform matches his eyes perfectly either.
“You and I both know that Garrett is no bodyguard because he can’t hurt a fly.”
“I’m officially offended,” a familiar voice intervenes. “Especially given how many times I schooled you on the rink, Di Laurentis. Also, not the way you want to talk to your assistant coach right before team selection either.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Dean smirks. Even Allie knows it’s not even a remote possibility given his outstanding form lately. “He always has to pull fucking rank on me.”
Garrett Graham was one of the best hockey players in the country alongside Dean but a knee injury had put him out of commission for good two years earlier. Not one to wallow, Garrett had moved onto his next career - coaching. He was still eying that head coach position but pundits and experts alike had all said it was imminent.
Allie only wants the best for Garrett; he deserves it after all the hard work he’s put in with the team.
“Why are you here, anyway?”
“Well, my wife coaches Allie so I actually have more of a right to be here than you, Dean. I know you have a thing for figure skaters - no offence, Allie…”
“I was young, dumb and naive, what can I say?” She adds, poking out her tongue in his direction.
It’s immature and childish but Allie is more than okay with that when it comes to Dean. She has to play on his level, after all.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that exactly,” Dean falters, his cocky smile that seems permanently etched on his face, falling briefly.
“But you have to be concentrating on hockey,” Garrett finishes his long drawn out sentence, looking wearily between them both. “Now, Sweden is done, we need to be focused on Czechia tomorrow.”
“Where is my lovely sister?” Dean asks, obviously choosing not to address his other comments about hockey or Allie. “We all know that broomstick of hers can go the distance.”
“Hey, that’s my wife you’re talking about, Di Laurentis. Mind your fucking manners.”
“Well, until you know her as an annoying little sister who told everyone you peed your pants you can’t judge, Graham.”
“When was that? Last week?” Hannah asks, messing up his already tousled blonde hair.
“What were you saying about your angelic wife, Garrett?”
Yes, to most outsiders this was probably the weirdest situation. Dean and Garrett played hockey together for years and through him, he met his sister Hannah who subsequently become Allie’s coach three years ago.
“Come on, Romeo, let’s go,” Garrett orders his charge.
“Since you asked so nicely, coach, I suppose I should get to my training session. Don’t miss me too much, ladies.”
“Why did you date him again?” Hannah asks Allie when he’s out of earshot.
“He’s your brother. Anyway, we both know that date is a stretch.”
“As his sister I don’t need to hear about my brother’s nasty sex life, forget I asked.”
“The press took a couple of photos us together and, somehow, we reached golden couple status and they’ve never been able to forget about it ever since.”
“I can still remember that one headline,” she teases. “Goldrush!”
“How innovative,” she drawls. “The press needs to move on like we have.”
“Well, I can understand their confusion, Allie. It seems like every time I turn around you’re rubbing up against each other like two very needy canines.”
“Okay, that is not true, and, for your information, he approached me before. I was just here skating and minding my own business.”
“And what about the reports of Dean's mystery woman at The Roosevelt last month?"
"I was in the neighbourhood so decided to pay him a professional visit."
"I also heard something about you two ‘getting stuck’ in the elevator at the athlete's village two days ago. Let me guess, that was just a coincidence too?” Allie blushes, unable to stop herself.
One minute she’d been going to training, the next her back was up against the elevator wall. Sometimes she hated that the attraction between them was so strong. It was a fucking curse.
She’d been waiting for the elevator at the Olympic village and the doors opened and Dean and his token smirk were on the other side of it. His eyes were trained on hers immediately and Aliie was trying to remember to breathe.
Why did he have to be so fucking hot all the damn time?
“Let me guess, Di Laurentis, walk of shame?” She asked, begrudgingly standing by his side.
“Why? Are you jealous, Hayes?”
“Oh come on,” she growled. “I have standards.”
“Well, you weren’t saying that two nights ago in my standard-less company.”
Allie had told herself she was getting their arrangement started early because it would somehow shave .100 off her long program score. “I must have been out of my body.”
"Wow,” he whistled, pressing the emergency button, the lift coming to an abrupt stop. “Correct me if I’m wrong but was I fucking myself the other night?”
“I was only trying to pass the time. You’re not that good.”
“Oh really?” He asked, pulling her towards him greedily and placing kisses along the length of her neck, then dipping lower to her collar bone.
Allie tried to swallow a moan but it was already out and she could tell by the indentations of his lips on her skin that Dean was smirking.
“What’s that you were saying,” he groaned against her skin.
“The way you moaned in my ear said otherwise,” he murmured, placing his hand above her head and leaning closer, his voice laced with an enticing amount of huskiness.
Allie could feel his hot breath on her neck and it was making her dizzy. This time, Allie knew it wasn’t about being stuck in this enclosed space with him either.
“Shut up and fucking kiss me,” she insisted, all willpower completely gone.
He threw off his team jacket and it only took one glance at his wolfish grin for Allie to undo his pants in readiness. Dean grabbed her arms and pushed her up against the elevator wall. He was hard and intoxicating all at the same time but then an unfamiliar feeling overtook Allie.
Suddenly, she wanted to slow down so she could take her time with Dean and kiss every available inch of bare skin and that was just for starters. Did she actually want to make love?
“Are you okay?” He asked, his breathing ragged but she couldn’t miss the unexpected concern in his tone.
Allie didn’t respond, just leaned in impatiently, her mouth claiming his greedily. She pulled him closer, grabbing ample handfuls of his practice jersey and moaning against his mouth. He felt warm and inviting against her skin and smelled like soap and fresh body spray.
Dean’s mouth travelled down her neck and Allie bit her lip to stifle a groan, his lips now teasing the swell of her creamy tits and his tongue close to delving into the valley between them when they heard a noise.
It startled them and they broke contact. It was the only time Allie actually wanted to be stuck in an elevator and they just had to go and fix it before she could get her fix.
“Okay, I don’t want to know where you just went,” Hannah shivers in disgust.
“We were just talking in there,” she replies unconvincingly.
“Yeah because that’s how I talk to my friends,” she scoffs. “Look, Dean is my annoying brother and I love him dearly but..”
“We need to stop talking.”
“Yeah for now, if that’s what you call it,” she teases. “I’m only looking after you both, it doesn’t help that you’re sports royalty and the press is desperately hoping for an Olympic reunion. The last thing you need is to get caught in the act and here, of all places.”
“Wow and I thought a gold medal was enough pressure.”
“Let’s do your routine from the top, no more distractions.”
That’s the last thing Allie needs and Dean is most definitely a distraction. Good luck charm, yes, but distraction.
She thinks back to how Dean became her distraction in the first place.
Four Years Earlier - XXV Olympic Winter Games Milano-Cortina
“Given our impressive talent on the ice at these games there’ll only be more medals to come, especially gold ones,” the TV blared.
“No pressure,” Allie muttered.
Usually she’d be playing with her antique brooch right now to ease her bundle of nerves. Given it was a family heirloom, and her lucky charm, she’d long since familiarised herself with each and every groove.
However, she’d arrived in Italy only to realise she’d left it at home in the US. It wasn’t much of a good luck charm if it was miles away from her competition. It was exactly what Allie didn’t need. She was feeling so much pressure to win anyway but without her brooch it seemed even more out of her grasp.
Yes, it was probably stupid to believe in good luck charms but Allie did.
She figured asking the bartender to turn down the volume was not an option given he was clearly entranced by the Winter Olympics coverage on TV, much like the rest of the world right now.
Molo was a bar in the town’s centre and usually packed with spectators and journalists alike. Thankfully, given the time, it was basically empty at this time. Which was exactly what Allie hoped for when planning her impromptu escape. Her coach Anton would kill her if he knew she’d sneaked out of the olympic village after curfew but she needed some breathing space as well as the assistance of a strong vodka on the rocks.
“Don’t forget we still have strong medal potential in a number of other, upcoming events including luge, cross country skiing and ice skating, Gary.”
“Yes we do. Who can forget America’s very own, Allie Hayes?” Gary offered, all too enthusiastically for her liking.“She has the potential to be the best we’ve ever seen from the USA in the women’s ice skating competition.”
“She won bronze in her first Olympics in Beijing four years ago and given the national and world championship titles under her belt since then, and at only 22, she could easily take out the competition.”
“No pressure, at all,” she sighed loudly, forgetting her plan to be discreet just as her image filled the screen.
“You...” the bartender began, turning around slowly just as Allie realised she’s done a terrible job of remaining incognito. Before she could reply, he continued, “need another one?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
Being a world class athlete, having one vodka was bad enough let alone multiple especially the night before your competition began.
“You look familiar, has anyone ever told you that?”
Allie was hoping that her strategically placed cap was enough to convince the guy she wasn’t the person currently on screen. Before he could press further, the front door opened unexpectedly, a cold gust of wind with it.
“Evening, what’s good here, man?” He was clearly out of breath as he asked the question while shrugging off his thick jacket.
She looked up from beneath her cap, not sure whether this interruption was a good or bad thing. If it diverted attention elsewhere and drowned out the television she figured it couldn’t be all that bad.
The stranger’s voice wasn’t familiar to Allie but what grabbed her attention most was that he was wearing a cap as well, even if a few stray, blonde locks had teasingly escaped. Allie immediately recognised his cap as that from her rival baseball team.
“Alcohol,” the largely silent but burly bartender grunts, not even bothering to turn around given his attention is back firmly focused on the television.
“Great, I’ll take one of those then,” he requested wryly, taking a seat on the neighbouring barstool.
“Really?” It’s out of her mouth before she could stop it.
“Not that it’s any of your business but I was merely responding to sarcasm with sarcasm.”
She gave him a pointed look by way of response.
“What? Was that too sarcastic a response? Fine, I’ll take a beer,” he asked, before leaning across to whisper in her ear. She was trying to ignore how his breath tickled her hair and just how good he smelled, a mixture of spices and mint. “I’m sure your boyfriend over there will get over it.”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
Nothing against the bartender but Allie liked to think her taste in men was slightly less hairy.
“Liar,” he teased. “What you’ve failed to notice is that this place is practically dead so it doesn’t matter much.”
“Says the guy in that, just do us all a favour and take it off.”
“Excuse me? Take what off exactly? I’ve only just met you and, believe it or not, I’m not that easy.”
“You wish,” she drawled, rolling her eyes. He might be kind of cute but she had no intention of admitting that fact. “The cap, I mean, Yankees really?”
“There’s only one good baseball team in the whole of the USA and it’s the New York Yankees. Although, given your choice of headwear I understand all of the hostility now. Your team is Boston, really?” He replied using her language no doubt on purpose. “Fine. I’ll remove mine if you remove yours.”
“How about we don’t speak at all?”
“Suits me. Saves me having to say that the Yankees lead the Red Sox 1,266 wins to 1,050 head-to-head. You know, just saying,” he smirked and Allie was doing all she could not to roll her eyes.
“Sarcasm again, how cute.”
“You think I’m cute?” Before she could rebuff his response, their bartender interrupted.
“That’s how I know you,” the bartender commented after begrudgingly sending a beer to her neighbour. “You’re the ice skating girl.”
His timing couldn’t have been worse given she didn’t want the smirky guy next door to know her true identity.
“No, not me, not at all given I’m incredibly clumsy, especially on icy surfaces.”
“She’s actually the goalie for the US women’s ice hockey team and, between you and me, I wouldn’t mess with her.”
The bartender turned back to the coverage clearly not understanding his humour but, given how bad it was, Allie didn’t blame the guy.
“At least you’ve got one thing right,” she replied. Allie had grown up on the ice and as a result has played a lot of ice hockey in her time, even if her coach hated it because he didn’t want her getting injured.
“What? You attack people with sticks?”
“I’m only thinking of one person I want to do that to right now.”
“And to think I was kind of warming to you.”
“Should I be flattered?” He didn’t respond, just sent her a knowing grin for bothering to ask the question.
Then he surprised her by finally removing his cap and placing it on the bar. What Allie wasn’t expecting was for the big reveal to unveil such an attractive pair of teasing lips, ocean coloured eyes and was that a dimple he just flashed in her direction?
Maybe she preferred him with the cap on instead.
She was also trying to ignore the niggling feeling that he looked very familiar. Then it came to her all at once and Allie almost fell off the barstool.
Did she just threaten Team USA’s all star defenseman to a hockey duel? Of course, she knew Dean Di Laurentis. It was difficult not to when he was one of the best defensive hockey players in the NHL, if not the whole world. He was also known as ‘The Nutcracker’ and, if you believed the tabloids, he had quite the reputation with girlfriends or at least hook-ups aplenty.
“It’s okay, I won’t challenge you to a hockey match.”
“How did you…”
Allie hated that he knew she knew, he probably thought she was some groupie, which she wasn't.
“I’ve seen that same expression before,” he murmured. “Maybe I should’ve kept the cap on, at least the conversation was flowing better then.”
“Was that before or after I threatened to hit you with a stick?” She joked.
“It’s not something I hear very often, I’ve gotta admit. Although, I did like it when you called me cute.”
“Someone has a selective memory, I didn’t call you cute,” she replied, feeling a little unexpectedly flustered.
“Well, you’re cute when you’re flustered.”
It was probably a line but could this guy read her mind or what? Allie felt her cheeks warming up and needed to do something to distract her from his dimples.
So, she removed her cap, her long, dark hair tumbling out from beneath and flowing down her back. It was probably a risk but for some reason she was past the point of caring and she wasn’t the most famous or most recognisable person in the bar anymore.
He seemed a little taken aback by her surprise move, his eyes taking in her altered appearance. Maybe someone else was flustered.
“You are the ice skating girl,” he whispered, quoting the barman. “Not to nit pick but shouldn’t you be sleeping and not out at a bar drinking with me?”
“I’m not doing anything with you,” she clarified.
“I’m assuming your coach doesn’t know where you are?”
“Why, are you going to rat me out, dimples?”
“Cute nickname,” he smiled, flashing not one but two of them this time. Those things should come with a warning. “Okay, if you don’t want to talk about why you’re here, what should we talk about instead?”
“How about why you’re here?”
“I needed some breathing space,” he admitted. “Sometimes things just get so over...”
“Whelming,” she finished. ‘Sorry to interrupt but I feel like I can relate.”
“I can only imagine with all of the expectations on your shoulders. At least I have a team to rely on, so, yeah, I’d be drinking too.”
“It’s a lot,” she exhaled. “Especially being in the middle of that zoo they call the athlete’s village with your coach breathing down your neck.”
“Hence your escape.”
“Exactly. Where’s your coach?”
“Well, I have a few and I’m hoping they’re all sleeping right now and not looking for me. I like having these little moments on my own too much.”
“But you’re stuck here with me instead.”
“I could think of much worse people to be stuck with, Allie Cat.” She wasn’t expecting him to know her name, let alone say it and it was causing a few unexpected flutters in her stomach. "It was only right I had my own nickname. So, why figure skating?”
“I used to love playing in the snow and one day when I was five my mom took me for lessons.” Allie really wished she had her brooch to squeeze right now, it was like having her mom with her and she really needed that support. “I, uh, also don’t know how to do anything else. So there's that too.”
“Is your mom here?”
“Ah, no,” she murmured, her gaze now firmly on the bar. “She, uh, died a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry, Allie,” he replied, sending her a comforting smile.
“It’s fine,” she said, which was her rehearsed reply. “I have this antique brooch she gave me which I use for luck in competitions and it’s never let me down once but I stupidly had to go and leave it at home.”
“No one can send it to you?”
“There’s no time and I honestly don’t trust the postal service with something so valuable. It just sucks because I have no lucky charm and I really need something.”
“Some of the guys in my team wear the same underwear for every game without washing it.”
“I don’t think that’s going to work for me mainly because of the hygiene factor,” Allie replied, scrunching up her nose. “How about you?”
“How about me, what?”
“What’s your lucky charm?”
“I’ve never really believed in luck,” he shared. “But I do have sex the night before a lot which has largely increased my win-loss odds.”
“Of course, I should've known.”
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” he argued. “Medically and scientifically having sex the night before is completely safe and research has shown that it has no negative impact on strength, aerobic power or endurance. Sex can also act as a stress reliever, stabalise anxiety and help with more restful sleep.”
“Wow, that’s a long pick-up line, does it actually work?”
“Believe it or not, it’s not.”
“Okay, great, sign me up,” Allie said probably against her better judgement but Dean had her at stress reliever and stabalise anxiety.
“What? Like here and now?”
“Why? Are you scared?”
“No, I just, uh, didn’t expect it.”
“I suppose you’re used to doing the propositioning and I beat you to it, it’s okay Di Laurentis, you’re still the man,” she joked. “How does the bathroom work?”
“You don’t mess around, do you, Hayes?”
“Not when it comes to sex,” she smiled, taking him by the hand and leading them to the bathroom.
“Has anyone told you that you have the cutest beauty spot just above your ass?”
Allie could feel him teasing the bare skin of her lower back with his fingers and before she knew it her shirt was up around her shoulders and she was shrugging it off effortlessly. His mouth travelled down her neck and Allie had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.
She wanted to take her time and enjoy him but given they were in the bar’s cramped bathroom stall that wasn’t really an option. Allie didn’t have sex in public toilets, she didn’t have sex in public at all, but when you were stressed before a competition it didn’t seem to matter.
He was trailing kisses along the length of her collar bone, his lips teasing the swell of her breasts and his tongue close to delving into the valley between them. Allie gasped, feeling her bra loosen and it was now pooled on the ground along with her shirt.
“Fuck, what a view,” he groaned, his eyes searching her tits excitedly.
Allie could feel them moving up and down in time with her ragged breathing and all she wanted was for him to take one in his mouth and really make her feel good.
She was desperate though and time was fleeting, so instead she unbuckled his belt and helped remove his jeans, his fitted boxer briefs following close behind. So too her jeans now she thought about it because it all happened at such an urgent pace.
Seeing him aroused and standing to attention was the view she’d been waiting for. He nipped at her breasts and teased her nipples with his tongue. Allie moaned, arching her back for more. While he sucked, his hand slipped between her legs and stroked through her slit.
"Yeah, just like that," she whimpered.
Her head rolled backwards as he massaged her clit. Allie found his hardness and ran her fingers up and down his cock, and he groaned against her skin. His fingers increased their rhythm, and Allie shuddered out a long low moan.
“Now, that was worth the wait.”
Feeling her energy slowly starting to come back, Allie feathered kisses along his chest all the way down to his cock. She licked it a few times, it was hot and hard and she could feel it throbbing beneath her. His hips rolled forward and Allie teased his balls with her tongue. He moaned louder as she sucked one into her mouth slowly. His fingers dug into her skin, and his hips began to gyrate faster.
Allie eventually let go and straddled him, her pussy teasing the length of his cock. He held her hips in place as she teased his head against her wetness.
"Allie," he whispered, his voice low and gravelly.
She leaned over and kissed him while she slid lower. He grunted against her lips as she darted her tongue into his mouth, tasting him for a few seconds before she sat up and ground down on his cock, taking him as deep as she could go.
Allie rocked with him while he growled out unintelligible words. He started to buck, as she went along for the ride, letting him set the pace. With both of them so turned on, it wasn't long until he locked her hips into place and pumped his load inside of her.
Allie collapsed on top of him. Too tired to even speak let alone talk.
“Feeling relaxed?”
“Maybe this isn’t the worst lucky charm after all.”
“Dean, hello, Dean!”
Dean often finds himself thinking about Allie and especially their first time together four years earlier in Italy. He tells himself it’s just the nostalgia of being back at The Olympics again but given his strong feelings, Dean knows there’s more to it than that.
“I’m right here, no need to shout, Logan,” he says gruffly, looking over at his friend.
They’re currently in the locker room preparing for their quarter final game against Finland. They only have to play three more games for the gold medal. Easy, right?
He’s been keeping up with Allie’s schedule and she nailed her short program with only her long one to go in a few days. He’s thought about attending to show his support but they don’t do that for each other.
Dean could care less if the press noticed but Allie guards her privacy. Sometimes he wonders if she thinks he’s nothing more than her dirty little secret. When they were spotted by paparazzi at the world championships a few years earlier she was mortified that people thought they were a couple, even if they were just hooking up for luck’s sake.
“Does someone have a crush?” Logan asks.
Given Logan’s his best friend on the team, he knows all about Allie and takes every opportunity to tease him about their weird arrangement. Having said that, Logan is all about not washing his underwear between games so he can’t really talk about strange pre-game rituals.
“What makes you say that?”
“That goofy smile all over your face,” he teases. “I’m all for Dean Di Laurentis being in love but you need to keep your head in the game.”
“In love?” How did Logan jump from a crush to love in five seconds?
“I don’t think so,” he says dismissively.
Sure he likes Allie a lot but he’s never been in love and would have absolutely no idea what that even feels like. Ever since Logan made it official with Grace he’s been all about matchmaking.
“And my head is just fine, Logan, it’s your deking that needs some work.”
“Way to change the subject,” he shakes his head. “Hang on, is it really that bad?”
“Took your time,” he growls, pulling Allie inside his room and kissing her before she can even say hello.
His stubble tickles her cheeks as his lips explore hers. Dean smells like a familiar mixture of soap and mint and she melts into him. He’s warm and intoxicating and Allie feels like she’s floating. She always does with Dean.
Even if casual sex is not supposed to feel this way.
“I'm sorry, dimples,” she murmurs, reluctantly pulling away, then realises she just used his pet nickname. She’s already off to a bad start. “Congrats on beating Finland.”
He keeps his arms securely around her waist, a satisfied smile tugging at the edge of his mouth and one very familiar dimple making itself known.
“Thank you, Allie Cat,” he grins, squeezing her affectionately. “It’s all falling into place for both of us.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves just yet."
'So, what kept you?"
"My practice ran late and it’s a lot more difficult sneaking out of this Olympic Village than the last one,” Allie notes.
Given the lack of privacy, Dean had booked a local hotel for the night. Sure, Garrett and Hannah would have a fit if they knew but he reasoned that this was for performance purposes which their coaches would surely approve.
“On another note, what are you wearing? Or not wearing?”
He’s naked except for a pair of very fitted, grey, boxer briefs and Allie is struggling to concentrate all of a sudden.
She considered cancelling, it was a lot easier for her willpower than having to see him basically naked like now. After what Hannah said, Allie decided their arrangement needed to end and her plan was to tell him just that tonight.
But he’s not making it easy on her.
“You’re really complaining? I was taking a shower and then you knocked on my door, see, my hair’s still wet.”
He leans in rubbing his cold locks over her face. “Dean!”
He doesn’t relent, finding her weak spot and tickling her mercilessly. She attempts to wriggle free from his grasp and runs away. He chases her around the room and before too long they end up limbs intertwined on the large bed.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs into the crook of her arm.
“Dean,” she falters.
Given how well she skates after being with Dean, the last thing she wants to do is call it quits. But Allie knows it’s not the real reason she’s doing it. Which makes it even harder.
“I don’t think we should do this anymore,” she murmurs.
“Like ever?” He asks, turning to face her. “We both still have competition, I don’t get it?”
“It’s just not a good idea.”
“Uh, where is this coming from? Is it because of the press interest in us as a couple? I haven’t said anything.”
“No, it’s not that. Hannah said that…”
“Okay, as her brother, never start a sentence with “Hannah said” please. Especially if you’re trying to convince me something is a good idea.”
“Things are getting too complicated, Dean.”
“How is no strings attached sex complicated? You started this, don’t forget.”
“How could I forget when you’re always the one reminding me,” she growls, sitting up. “We were strangers that night but we’re not anymore.”
"But yet you're still sleeping with me even though you've had your lucky charm with you since Italy. How do you explain that?"
"I.."
Allie knows he has a point. Why would she need to sleep with him when she already has her lucky charm? As much as she treasures her brooch, she's come to treasure Dean just as much. To say that aloud is scary as hell.
“And you’re ashamed of me,” he scoffs, not bothering to wait for her to answer. “This is why you hate the press interest, you don’t like people thinking that maybe you might like me.”
“I do like you, Dean,” she argues, the anger swirling in her stomach violently. How fucking dare he? “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Oh yeah, hidden away in a hotel room.”
“Where is this all coming from?”
“I like you, Allie. Probably way more than I should given the arrangement but I do.”
“You like me?”
“That’s what I just said. No need to rub it in.”
“I wasn’t,” she murmurs. “I like you too, Dean. Probably way more than I should, given our arrangement.”
“I see what you did there,” he replies, his voice huskier than usual.
“I came over to call things off because I like you too much for no strings attached sex and I couldn’t do it anymore. It took me way too long to realise that I don't need a lucky charm I just need you."
“I need you too, Allie. The sex is phenomenal but every time you leave my bed, I miss you.”
“Well, every time you’re gone, I miss us, and how good we are together.”
His eyes are fixed on hers now as his hands caress her skin slowly.
“I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you, Allie Cat,” Dean murmurs, placing a lingering kiss on her lips.
“Well, I feel the same way, Dimples.”
He starts placing kisses along her neck, his arousal rubbing against her teasingly. Allie stops thinking, she just wants to forget about all of the pressure and lose herself in him.
Allie can't believe the time, she intended on going back to the village to avoid distractions but fell asleep in his arms. They’re pretty comfortable so she can’t really blame Dean.
She gets up and haphazardly throws on her clothes which happen to be spread far and wide around the room.
“Are you really sneaking out on me? You do realise I know where you live, right?” His voice is full of sleep but he still manages to be funny. One of the many things she loves about Dean Di Laurentis.
“I should have left already, Hannah is going to kill me.”
“Not before you give me a proper goodbye,” he says, surprising her by pulling her back into the bed. “You’re going into battle today.”
“It’s skating, not war,” she laughs as he starts to tickle her again. Allie loves mornings this, just the two of them in their own little bubble without anyone or anything interrupting.
“It’s the Olympics,” he replies. “That’s practically war given it’s a competition between nations.”
“Oh, please,” she grabs a pillow and hits him over the head attempting to stop the onslaught. “Stop tickling me, you brute, I need to sneak out before someone sees me.”
“I think there are more important things going on than you and me getting it on,” he teases. “All I ask is one more kiss and then I’ll let you go, I promise.”
“Yeah but one kiss always ends up being much more than that,” she says knowingly, taking her chance to flip over on her stomach now he’s stopped with the tickling.
“I’ll be good, I swear,” he holds up his hands in defeat.
Allie places her hand on his bare chest and draws invisible circles with her thumb knowing she'll never tire of this view.
“What’s going on in that super smart brain of yours, Allie Cat?” He asks, playing with her hair affectionately.
“I’m thinking that I’ve revised what I said last night and I’m not falling, I’m completely in love with you.”
“What a coincidence, I love you very much too.” She places a kiss on his lips, her hand cupping his cheek as she does.
He pulls her closer, his hands wound tightly around her hair now. She’s losing herself and any last shreds of willpower she still has. Maybe one more time won’t hurt?
“So, as predicted Allie Hayes won the women’s individual figure skating gold medal, John.”
“She deserves it all after that flawless performance, Tegan,” he agrees. “Not to forget the Men’s hockey team who beat Canada in the final to take the gold.”
“Not at all, John. Both of those wins take the US medal tally to a record 15 gold medals with other competitions still to be completed,” Tegan reports.
“I'm not TMZ but did anyone else notice Dean Di Laurentis in the stands cheering on Allie Hayes and her doing the same at his ice hockey final?”
“Maybe you need to stick to sports and not gossip, John.”
Four Years Later - XXVII Olympic Winter Games Salt Lake City, Utah
"Nice form,” he murmurs in his ear, his hot breath tickling the hairs at the nape of her neck. “Can I have an autograph? I’m your biggest fan.”
Allie’s leaning against the rink, not expecting him to be there. He’s dressed in the obligatory Team colours and it’s really doing something to her.
“Oh really? My biggest fan you say? I think that can be arranged Mr…?”
“Hayes-Di Laurentis,” he emphasises the Hayes part and flashes his wedding ring for added effect. “Just don’t tell my wife, she can be very protective.”
“My lips are sealed,” she smirks. “So, where do you want it?”
“Well, actually,” he begins, unzipping his jacket. “I was thinking that maybe you could do it right…”
“Do I need to separate you two again?” Garrett interrupts.
“Again?” Hannah adds.
“Oh great mom and dad are here to ruin our fun,” Dean groans, rolling his eyes at Allie.
The Winter Olympic Games are being held in Utah and Allie’s short program is scheduled for tomorrow and Dean's game later that night. Besides sport, life is pretty great. The King and the Queen of the ice made it official, marrying two years earlier. It's going to be their last games before retirement and Dean and Allie are planning on joining Garrett and Hannah in coaching post Olympics.
“I suppose I should get to my training session now, see you later, dimples.” Allie places a kiss on his cheek, before skating off to practice and Dean watches in awe as she goes.
Life didn't get any better than this and Dean knew their ultimate dreams had been realised and not just on the ice either. After winning multiple titles and medals between them, Dean and Allie had their very own figure skater Beau and ice hockey player Ivy to continue the family tradition.